Hermione hit the ground with a loud thud, and I smirked. "Nurse!" I called, play-acting once more. "We have an injured!"
Cho looked up and ran over. On three, I picked up her legs, and Cho picked up her arms. We half-carried, half-dragged her into the Great Hall, where they were tending to the wounded and people were mourning for the lost ones.
We set her down gently next to George Weasley, who was looking deathly pale. I drew out my wand, trying my best to look serious and grim. "Cho, Madam Pomfrey, don't worry about Hermione. I'll take care of her. You all do what you are supposed to do. We're still in a war, remember?"
They nodded, stepping out of their trance, and left.
I smiled, and drew out my wand. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I really am, but I have to do this. Don't worry, it'll be painless, or so I've been told." I chuckled. "See, I must do this. You got in my way, you tried to prevent me from achieving my goals."
"Draco," she whispered, stirring.
The name makes my wand hover, and I look up, my eyes meeting Malfoy's dead, glazed-over ones, and I felt something I haven't felt in years. Was this- sadness? It must be, for nothing else could make me feel this... Blue. I decided to let Granger live for a little while longer, to mourn for my friend.
Malfoy and I were never the best of chums, but we got along fine. He took me under his wing when a was a new Death Eater, and try as I might, I couldn't repay him. Now I'll never get that chance. Anyway, Malfoy was of the depressed sorts when I met him, and he operated like a robot. His father had stolen something from him something that should never be stolen- his sense of well-being and emotions. I decided to help him get that back.
But I couldn't. Instead, a nameless, faceless person gave him back what was robbed from him. This person but a light back in his dull and lifeless eyes, put color back into his skin, and made him stop looking so worn-down.
I suspected it was Hermione, but when Malfoy brought her to Voldemort's castle, bound and gagged, I thought it couldn't be. Why would he betray his lover in such a way?
But then it was, and the whole kidnap thing was planned between the two of them. I knew in that one moment I had to take action, and soon. Hermione was starting to suspect me.
Then the war started. Harry was found dead. Hermione got the look that Draco used to have, the fading stature, the bags and colorless face, lifeless, depressed eyes looking down.
Eventually, she got better, and I knew I had to wait. She was recovering. She looked almost happy, and the sight made me happy as well. Maybe I wouldn't have to kill the girl.
But no. She just had to get in my way. Just as I was about to end all of this, someone killed Draco Malfoy. She was worse this time. She wouldn't sleep, she wouldn't eat.
Now, here we are, and I can end this once and for all! She has evaded my wand long enough. Hermione Jean Granger may have through she was powerful for killing the Dark Lord, but she is about to see true power.
I look back down at her, smirking, lowering the tip of my wand.
And that's when her screaming began.
So... What did Neville do to Hermione (if anything)? And who is behind the murder of Draco?